A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6019

Inside, warm lamplight softened carved beams, banishing the martial chill that ruled the courtyard.

The room breathed of incense and quiet heartbeat instead of drawn blades.

Rania’s first sobs had dried; rose flush returned to her cheeks as she drifted in the safety of Jared’s arm.

The earlier terror already read like a distant rumor to her.

To her mind Julian’s retreat proved everything; fathers, like storms, growl and pass.

Love, she believed, had won its first skirmish.

That conviction brightened her smile until it hurt to look at directly.

Rania lifted her head, voice low, "Jared, don’t be scared. With me here, Father won’t truly harm you."

Nestling closer, her slender fingers traced the faint crease between his brows, smoothing it as though erasing worry.

"When his anger fades, I’ll beg him to acknowledge you," she promised, eyes shining. "You’re brilliant; he has to see it."

Jared angled his hand to clasp hers, letting gratitude soften his face. "You shoulder the burden, Rania. Because of me you and your father—"

Her palm covered his mouth before the sentence could finish. "Hush. Don’t speak like that."

She drew back just enough to meet his gaze. Tears refracted lamplight, but her voice steadied. "For you I’d do anything. And… Father—these years have weighed on him."

"Whenever the celestial envoy arrives, he has to tread on eggshells. I can tell it makes him miserable."

The repeated mention of the celestials rang like a chime in Jared’s ear, hint he refused to miss.

He tilted his head, letting curiosity soften his tone. "Are the celestials truly that dreadful? Even a power like Jade Immortal Manor bows to them?"

Rania sighed, shoulders drooping. "More than bow…" she murmured, darkness clouding her eyes. "Father may wear the title of Manor Lord, but countless matters are decreed by the celestials."

"Each time the envoy visits he floats above us, and Father, the elders, everyone stands with heads lowered."

"They demand tributes, issue commands."

"The moment someone hesitates, their rage falls like lightning," she whispered.

"I once heard of several mid-tier clans wiped out in one night by Purging Enforcers for refusing."

"Not even dogs were spared."

She laid her cheek to Jared’s chest, voice muffled. "Sometimes I wish Father were like the legends—free, answerable to no one…"

But the celestials are simply too strong.

Just the four venerables stationed at the Eastern Region Divine Punishment Hall—they say each is top tier level seven. Together, no one on the Azure Firmament Immortal Continent can face them. Father is only one man…

Jared answered with another calming rub across her back, but a colder light gathered in his eyes.

Four level-seven giants—breath-stealing power.

The thought tightened the air, yet it sharpened his resolve.

"But every mountain has a fault line," Jared mused, sensing the familiar thrum of chaotic force in his core.

Cards remained hidden up his sleeve, each forged from chaotic force and the climbs he had made; perhaps enough to test the so-called invincibles.

Besides, the greater the foe, the more crucial the secret the Morse couple had uncovered—and the sweeter the coming reckoning.

The next dawn found Jared and Rania hunched over a silk scroll, ink staining their sleeves while verses flowed between them like playful sparring.

By afternoon he guided her through a breathing cycle, twin streams of essence spiraling until insights flared behind their closed lids.

At night, under curtained moonlight, they blended energies again—cultivation disguised as lovers’ whisper.

Now and then he asked for modest herbs or jade slips; with her token the storeroom opened easily.

Through it all, Jared let occasional laughter leak past the shutters, careful to keep every exchange tender, harmless.

He felt the probing auras drift by, pause, then move on, satisfied with the image of two besotted youths.

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